"What did you say?" Tina asked as she stopped their movements.

Then she said te amo
then she put her hand around me waist

"I’m not sure why I said it, but I do feel something very strongly for you. Can we just forget it and dance?" Bette said softly as she rested her hand back on Tina’s waist, coaxing her to drop the topic.

I told her no,
She cried te amo

“Maybe we should stop. Do you do this often? Go to parties and ask strangers to dance with you and tell them that you’re in love with them?” Tina was panicking, wondering where this strange proclamation had come from and the potential perils of it.

She started to pull away, her flight or fight response telling her to flee the room to at least somewhere with more people; there was safety in numbers right?

I told her I’m not gonna run away
but let me go

Bette panicked too, she had no idea why, but she felt it was paramount that she make this woman she had just met stay with her "I’m sorry, I really have no ill intentions I promise! I just wanna dance with somebody, somebody who’s not my crazy friend about two rooms away! My name is Bette Porter; I own an art gallery so I promise I’m not some serial killer, will you please stay?"

Tina looked into Bette’s eyes and saw the raw honesty in them "Ok, I’ll stay but maybe we can just talk? No more dancing for a while. Oh and my name is Tina, Tina Kennard. It’s…it’s nice to meet you Bette."

My soul is crying,
without asking why

Bette agreed and they stepped apart, each afraid to start the conversation, wondering what it might possibly lead to.

Tina was wondering why that declaration of this random stranger had hit her so hard; it was as if she physically felt the pain that had been present in Bette’s eyes when Bette pleaded with her not to go.

I said te amo,
would somebody tell me what she said?

“Why would she say she loves me?”